[Oh, no. Her stomach churns at the thought of more violence, of risking WV again. PM reaches out, calmly trying to grab his hands, his wrists, anything, though her reach is a bit limited given the current circumstance. Her voice is thick and she is oddly, surrealy afraid of puking on both of them again--everyone is dead, what do they care if she vomits, it won't kill them again--but she tries to speak.]